Most university students will accept any excuse to party, but all agree that there is no greater excuse than the end of a long and arduous academic year. A slow yet steady stream of partying occurs over the course of the year, but the stream is plugged by busy students during finals week. When the last final exam has been turned in and the professors are busy grading, the plug bursts and all of that pressure is released. The result over the next few days is a spectacular cluster of parties hosted by the college’s fraternities. This cluster of celebrations burns bright but burns fast, as the stream of partying slows to a trickle as students make their ways back home for the summer. The last party of the year, however, tries its best to rival the energies of those first few parties. The largest fraternity on campus shoulders the responsibility of hosting this final party, and Trevor, the chapter’s leader, makes sure that all of the students left on campus know where to be to send off the school year properly. In Trevor’s opinion, the only proper method involved getting smashed.
      
      
      Zachary was one of the many students who decided to send off the school year Trevor’s way. He was standing in front of a keg, just as he had many times since the beginning of the party, but he hadn’t had a sip of beer all night. Everyone who hadn’t left campus for home was attending Trevor’s party, and everyone but Zachary and a rhino in the corner had been drinking excessively. Every room of the poorly-maintained Victorian-style house was packed with drunken idiots, all college students celebrating the end of the academic year with an unparalleled show of hedonism.
      
      However, there was one partygoer that was on another level of drunkenness; one that Zachary had his sights on from the moment he saw him. Zachary’s chosen prey was no student, but he put them all to shame despite having nothing to celebrate and nobody to drink with besides the friendly tiger in a red hoodie who had been supplying him with drinks all night. Rick happily drank everything Zachary brought him, though Zachary suspected that the awkward, skinny little retriever with thick-framed glasses had never had a drink before, let alone attend a kegger. All night they had sat together on a hideous beige sofa, Zachary listening to every little thing on Rick’s mind. It was all too easy for him to get Rick completely wasted.
      
      Rick had drank an impressive amount, but Zachary didn’t want to take any chances. He didn’t bring any rohypnol, but alcohol was both an effective depressant and readily available. Zachary filled another cup of cheap beer from the keg and moved to join the retriever on the sofa when his keen feline eyes saw Trevor quickly turn from a pack of his frat brothers and confidently swagger towards him. Appearances were important, Zachary knew.
      
       “Zach! How’s my favorite tiger? Enjoying the party?” Trevor loudly asked as he neared. To most people, the massive polar bear looked every bit the fraternity brother, down to the backwards baseball cap and indolent grin. Few knew the real Trevor, but Zachary was one of them. Trevor began to move an arm to pat Zachary’s shoulder as a gesture of closeness, but a level look from Zachary caused his arm to drop back where it belonged. Drunk as Trevor was, he should know better than to touch Zachary without permission. The grin faltered for a moment, but slowly returned in full force.
      
       “We can talk later, Trevor. I’m busy,” was Zachary’s response, but Trevor was not done speaking. The bear raised a meaty palm to stop Zachary from walking away from him and the conversation, eliciting a raised eyebrow from a halted and displeased Zachary.
      
      Trevor was a good two heads taller than Zach, but could not meet the tiger’s green-eyed glare as he timidly asked “Maybe he’s had enough to drink? The poor guy’s having a tough time staying upright while sitting down, and he looks more than a bit sick. You know I wouldn’t bother you unless I thought it was important.”
      
      Zachary frowned and glanced over at his new canine friend. The polar bear was right. Rick was lying on his side with his muzzle against the arm of the sofa, looking ready to empty the contents of his stomach at any moment. Every so often a hiccup shook his small body, but he did not seem to notice. Rick was more than drunk enough to suit Zachary, but he would have liked to see how much more inhibition the poor pup could stand to lose.
      
      “Fine,” Zachary conceded as he handed the filled cup to Trevor. “Drink up, pet. I’ll see you Saturday. Wear your jockstrap.” Trevor nodded, flashed Zachary an excited grin, and went back to doing whatever frat boys do with other frat boys at parties. Zachary didn’t know and didn’t care unless it involved them stripping their clothes off. Especially the clothes of Trevor or another bulky frat boy with too much booze coursing through their blood.
      
      Zachary finally took a seat next to Rick and pulled the dog’s limp body upright with one arm. The tiger did not consider himself to be strong, but Rick weighed so little he could do it with ease. Rick was far too drunk to be startled by the sudden movement, but smiled widely when he realized that the only person who had spoken to him all night had come back.
      
      “Hey! It’s you! No drink? That’s okay. I’m glad you’re back.” His eyes were watery and didn’t seem to be focused on anything in particular, but were aimed in the tiger’s general direction.
      
      Zachary, of course, knew just what to say. “I wouldn’t leave a friend like that, Rick. We’re friends, right?” Rick nodded vigorously. “Friends know when to tell their friends when they’ve had enough to drink, and you’ve had a lot tonight. I’m very impressed, Rick. How do you feel?”
      
      “Really, really good. But also not good. Is that normal? I’ve never drank before.” Rick smiled and added “I don’t even know if I could walk right now. I feel all floaty!” Rick started to get off the sofa to test his legs, but Zachary pulled him back down. Zachary had been to enough parties to know that someone who had drank as much as Rick could barely even stand. Rick was a tiny little thing and had drunk enough for almost two Trevors. It was a small miracle that he was even conscious. It was good that Trevor had stopped Zachary when he did because alcohol poisoning was very possible beyond this point. A night of emergency stomach pumping at the hospital would ruin all of his plans for Rick.
      
      Zachary took another close look at his vulnerable little pup. He had been looking for someone like him for a while now, but did not expect to find that someone at an end-of-the-year kegger among seasoned partiers. Rick looked back at Zachary, smiling and clearly grateful to have made such a good friend. Rick was a fool.
      
      Rick yawned sleepily despite the unreasonable volume of the music and constant roar of partygoers shouting to be heard. Enough alcohol will do that to a person. When Rick let his body go limp on the sofa said “I need to lie down for a bit,” Zachary knew it was time to signal the beefy rhino who had remained within sight since the tiger told him that he suspected he had found that someone they had been looking for.
      
      Immediately upon seeing Zachary beckon him over, the rhino broke off from a group of sorority girls he had humored for the past hour and made his way past packs of drunken partygoers to the sofa. His massive figure was easy to follow, and his gray skin contrasted well against the peeling green wallpaper and dark fur of the other students. Zachary took a moment to watch the rhino politely step around students and to admire the rhino’s swollen biceps and impressive pecs that were very visible through his tight muscle shirt.
      
      By the time Zachary and the rhino were face-to-face, Rick was fast asleep and snoring quietly, though it was likely just quiet in comparison to the music. Zachary now had a perfect opportunity to discuss the situation with his friend and accomplice Bishop, who had been very excited to hear that Zachary had found a new plaything for them. Bishop took a seat next to Zachary and grinned as he took a good look at their catch.
      
      “We need to get going, and we’re taking him with us,” Zachary said as he gestured to Rick, who was now sound asleep and drooling on the arm of the sofa. When Bishop grimaced, he added “He’s the one. He’s absolutely perfect.” He then waited for the rhino to speak. Zachary considered Bishop to be a very close friend, and would give him respect where the likes of Trevor received none. After all, Bishop was a lover and Trevor was only property.
      
      Bishop’s voice was deep, yet surprisingly soft for someone his size. “I don’t doubt you, I just expected someone a bit bigger. He’ll work nicely anyways. Does he have a name?” Bishop said to Zachary, who was quick to respond. “Rick? That’s a raccoon’s name, but whatever. I can move Rick like this with no problem, but there is still a problem.” Bishop said as his dark eyes moved from Rick to the front door in the next room.
      
      “Everyone’s drunk as fuck, but I can’t exactly carry him to the car without a couple of people noticing. What are we supposed to do about that?” One person going to the police would be all it would take for everything to fall apart. Zachary had thought of that, however.
      
      “We could very likely get away with everything were we to go right now, but I know what to do. Just stay with him, but don’t get too comfortable. This won’t take more than a couple of minutes.”
      
      With that, the tiger threw his hood up and left the two alone on the sofa and began to move from room to room, briefly scanning every person he saw for someone he could manipulate. In the kitchen he came across a bear seated at the counter, drinking by himself. He was not alone in the kitchen, but everyone knew to give him a wide berth. The bear made him think of Trevor, but his dark fur and deep frown was almost the opposite of Trevor’s pure white fur and constant grin. His eyes were red from either smoking weed or crying (Zachary suspected the latter), and were glazed from too much beer. Zachary remembered seeing the bear earlier, though he was with a girl at the time. Rough break-up or bad fight, Zachary assumed. He could not believe his good luck tonight. It was time for him to do what he did best.
      
      “Hey, buddy. Sorry about your girl.” The bear did not look up from his half-empty solo cup, but his eyes did seem to flicker towards him briefly. Zachary was hoping for more of a reaction, preferably one of anger. The sadness in his eyes were good enough, however. “I’ve got bad news. There’s a guy in the backyard who says that he screwed her in one of the bedrooms upstairs. He won’t shut up about it, really.” That got his attention.
      
      Sadness turned to quiet rage, and the solo cup was quickly crushed in the bear’s meaty, clawed hand. Cheap beer spilled onto the countertop and flowed onto the tiled floor. When he asked who the bastard was it was almost a growl. Zachary fought the urge to smile. “Oh, he’s hard to miss. He’s big and full of himself, you’ll know who it is right away.” And that’s all it took.
      
      The bear slowly rose from his stool and walked out of the room to find the house’s backdoor. Not once did the bear look at the person who was speaking to him. Under normal circumstances that would be very rude, but the less notice Zachary drew to himself the better. Everyone else in the room seemed to be too busy with their drinking companions and potential sexual conquests to notice. Zachary hoped his luck would last a little while longer. He was eager to get back to Bishop and finish what he started many hours ago when the moon hung low in the sky and the kegs were freshly tapped.
      
      Shortly after returning to the front room with that hideous beige sofa, he heard a commotion loud enough to be heard over the dangerously loud music blaring in the next room. A woman screamed, someone roared, and many someones began to chant. The bear had found the unlucky bastard who had fucked his girl. It was a shame Zachary couldn’t join the flood of curious partygoers that were making their way past the tiger to the backyard to watch the fight. Bishop began to rise from the couch to join them, but Zachary gestured for him to stay put. No doubt the bear picked out the biggest and cockiest opponent, and Zachary knew from experience that a fight between two very drunk and very muscular men is a spectacular sight to behold. Now that the room was free of potential witnesses, he and Bishop had more important matters to attend to. Kidnapping Rick was foremost on his list.
      
      “That’s our cue. Let’s get out of here, Bishop.” The beefy rhino nodded in agreement and scooped up Rick in both arms, though he probably could have done it just as easily with one. There was nobody left to walk around and no groups to push through, so the walk to the front door was brief. Zachary held the door open for his rhino accomplice, who bowed and stepped through with Rick cradled in his huge arms. Everything had gone so smoothly Zachary felt like laughing.
      
      Zachary and Bishop slowly walked down the front steps and then hurried across the lawn, Rick bouncing slighting with each step. Being able to park Trip’s silver sedan close to the fraternity house was one of the perks of screwing the chapter leader, so Bishop and Rick were in the back of the car seated on fine leather almost as quickly as Zachary could remotely unlock the car. Zachary inserted the key into the ignition and took a quick look around the neighborhood. Not a soul in sight, it seemed. Not surprising, seeing as dawn would break soon and everyone who still lived in these houses would be watching the fight in Trevor’s backyard. Zachary was sure someone was recording the whole thing on their phones. He would find a video eventually.
      
      Through the rear-view mirror Zachary could see that Rick was resting his fuzzy little head against Bishop’s lap. The rhino was stroking the back of Rick’s head and was smiling down at the sleeping retriever. Warm as his smile was, Bishop’s erect cock was visible through his baggy sweatpants and was pressed against Rick’s muzzle. Bishop was enjoying this already, it seemed. He would have even more fun when they were back at home with Trip and Rick was in their bed. With that thought in mind, Zachary pressed his foot down on the pedal and drove towards what he knew would be a memorable summer.